Chapter 1906

In a daze.

Vicat's asleep.

In a dream.

He was acquitted, returned to the villa to enjoy food and beauty, and drove out on a yacht, drinking wine with friends, singing songs, looking at the blue sea, and wanted to roar.

But.

Not yet.

"Bang Dang!"

There was a loud noise.

"Ah

Vicat wakes up, sits up and shouts.

"What's the matter?"

The two guards at the door quickly opened the door, and there were pieces of lamp tubes on the ground. Vicat didn't say, "why break the lamp tubes?" This question directly blinds Vicat.

"I don't know."

"I don't know."

What's your judgment ability?

"Not me."

Vicat snorted.

"Really?"

"Really."

The suspicious look made Vicat speechless. With his violent temper before, he dared to treat him so wrongly. He would surely throw ten to the other side. But today, he was too unlucky to make trouble.

"Oh."

Finish.

I'm going to have someone clean it up.

"Wait a minute."

"Well?"

"I want to change rooms." Vicat thought the house was unlucky. As soon as he came in, the bad news continued. First, the culprit ran away, and then, the lamp was smashed for no reason.

Fortunately, I'm fine.

Don't believe in evil.

It's a pity.

Think about it.

I'd better write it back!

"I'll ask if there is." After receiving the money, there are still characteristics to be found.

"Thank you."

Vicat said helplessly.

Soon.

He was assigned to a better ward. The first floor is spacious and bright. It belongs to the real intensive care unit. When we know the identity of Vicat, the hospital dare not neglect it. It is very careful.

Suto's family is a big tree in Malaysia.

"It should have been."

In the room.

Just so scared, Vicat has no sleepiness, made a cup of tea, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV to watch. There's a phone in the room, but it's disconnected. There's preferential treatment, and there's a bottom line.

"Tut tut!"

"Comfortable!"

Mezzy, Vicat is drinking hot tea.

All of a sudden.

"Dong Dong!"

Right.

There was a tap on the window.

"Who?"

Vicat turned his head and saw a furtive figure outside, hissing. For a moment, out of instinct, Vicat regarded this sneaky approach as his own.

Turn your eyes and look at the door.

No movement.

Next.

Vicat got up, crept to the window and gently opened the window. He also saw the knocker, in his twenties, with a cautious attitude of "tip off", looking around.

"What's the matter?"

Vicat whispered, thinking it was arranged by her father.

Friendly forces.

"Come here."

The man hooked his fingers.

Wen Yan.

Vicat looked around, but no one noticed, so he put his head close to him. Then, he felt a chill in his neck, and the words that made him dumbfounded came from his ear, "robbery, dare to make a noise, it's you."

All of a sudden.

Vicat was confused.

Robbery?

Hold the grass.

What kind of fairy story is this? I thought it was a friendly army. Unexpectedly, it was a robber. I foolishly helped to cover it up and even put my neck up.

Sobbing!

How can I be so unlucky?

Right now.

Vicat wanted to cry, but found that... He who wants to cry has no tears.

Make.

Everything is made by yourself. It's good. Why do you believe a stranger, but... But.. In the case just now, it is really difficult to infer logically that this is a robber.

"Go in."

Vicat was pushed into the ward.

Next.

The robber took out the rope and skillfully tied up Vicat. Soon, Vicat became a worm, and could only wriggle on the ground. His mouth was stuffed with a pillow towel, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

On the ground.

Vicat was in despair.

Once.

He also played with girls like this, but now it's him. Looking at the robbers rummaging in the house, Vicat wanted to say: can you ask first and then find them? I don't have any money here.

Bedside.

Cabinet.

Under the mattress.

After a search, the robber returned to Vicat and pulled out the pillow."What about the things?" Cold channel.

"What?"

"Of course, it's a valuable thing. Why, money doesn't mean life?" With that, the robber's knife slapped on Vicat's face. The cold touch made Vicat shiver.

"No

"I have no money."

"No

"I have no money here."

"Brother, you may not know that I was detained, fighting inside, and then came to the hospital to see the injured. There are two police officers at the door. I don't believe you are looking at the door. I didn't cheat you."

This moment.

Get beaten.

For the first time, Vicat said it was a fight, otherwise it would be too humiliating, hoping to scare the other party away.

Sure enough.

His face suddenly changed. He quickly came to the door, looked at it for a while, turned his head, walked to Vicat's side, and squatted down. "You kid didn't lie. It's really bad luck. I thought it was a big fish."

"Let me go and make a price."

That's it.

Vicat regretted it.

"Oh?"

There was a flash of interest on the robber's face. It was the expression of watching big fish.

"What's the offer?"

"Oh

"You have a lot of money, OK. Come with me." With that, Vicat was picked up, and the pillow napkin closed her mouth again. Then the bed sheet was made into a scarf, and the mouth with the pillow napkin was wrapped up.

Right now.

Vicat already knows what they're going to do.

Robbery.

It's going to change.

"Woo! Woo

Vicat's eyes widened, struggling to report his family. In Malaysia, there are not many people who can't give face. As long as I knew, I should have reported just now.

It's a pity.

It's late.

"Be honest, I don't want to kill people."

Behind the scenes.

A cold, piercing, Vicat immediately honest, forehead cold sweat straight, no longer know what to do, at this moment, how he hopes, once hated people to save him.

"Go

"Don't play tricks, or I won't guarantee your life."

Finish.

Vicat was pulled out of the window, which made him scold himself for being cheap. He had to change the ward, or on the first floor. If it was on the second floor, it would not happen at all.

Woo!

Miss that light off the ward, bad luck is good, I like bad luck.

Woo!

I miss my days in the detention room.

At least.

There's no life to worry about. Encountering this unreasonable and fierce robber, Vicat's mentality completely collapsed. He found that every decision today is pushing himself into the pit.

Chain pit.

What's more.

It's getting deeper and deeper, and there's a tendency that it can't climb out. By the knife, step by step, Vicat reluctantly walked out of the hospital, this time, the police may think that he escaped.

Not for a while.

Outside the hospital.

"What's the situation?"

Vicat found that the other party had an accomplice. He was in an old Toyota car by the side of the road. When he saw him, he was stunned. Then he heard the robber explain in a low voice. The man hesitated.

All of a sudden.

There was a shout from the hospital.

"Don't run."

Suddenly.

As if the cat had been trampled on the tail, in Vicat's desperate eyes, the other side came to a sentence.

"It's too late. Get in the car."